She dropped the sandwich just as she was about to hand it to the gentleman who had been anxiously waiting. Most would have called that having a bad day, or the start to a bad day, or just being the kind of person that that sort of shit happens to. She didn’t care to think that way. She smiled and said something like “good thing you didn’t get that one. the next one already looks more delicious.” // he pissed his pants in kindergarden, shit his pants on his way home from a basketball game in sixth grade, and hasn’t been able to stop falling in and out of love. For some reason he related the way the three made him feel. // he always see the cup as half empty, which is why he keeps filling it and drinking it, it ends up turning the situations he’s in, for others in it, into a half empty occasion. he doesn’t think he has a problem, but then again he’s never been sober long enough to know the difference. // he sends her pictures of flowers via text message, she’s never replied by phone, only by whispering into his right ear every time she sees him regardless of how many people are around. It doesn’t look like much to others. just a whisper and two smiles.